My life in submission to an Asian man

Normal disclaimers: This story is fiction. It contains graphic depictions of sex between men. If it is illegal for you to read it, don’t. Thanks!

This chapter includes a scene involving piss. This is done primarily to really push the boundaries of Jackson’s submission to his Master, but I know that’s not for everyone. It won’t be a regular theme in this story and I’ve marked it with a CW for anybody who wants to skip.

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I blinked my eyes over and over, trying to adjust. I didn’t know what time it was, but it was still dark out. I was vaguely aware Alex had shaken me awake.

“We’re gonna go for a walk,” Alex told me. His tone wasn’t rude or aggressive but brokered no discussion nonetheless. “Get up. I put your outfit at the foot of the bed.”

“Yes, Goshujinsama,” I answered, feeling his tone invited formality, as I dragged myself out from under the covers.

The cool air was harsh on my skin. Naked but for the chastity cage as I always was in my superior owner’s  home, my body was adapted to the warm of the blankets and screamed for me to return to them. But I ignored my instincts and walked to the foot of the bed where I found a jockstrap, short shorts, a cutoff tank top and, to my initial confusion, a collar.

I was about to ask Alex what the collar was for but decided not to question it. 

If you’ve learned one thing as this amazing man’s slave it’s not to question him and just trust that in his superiority your owner knows best, I thought as I grabbed the collar first and put it on. I looked up through blurry, groggy eyes to see a small smile of approval on Goshujinsama’s face.

It wasn’t the first time in recent weeks that Alex woke me in the middle of the night. I’d happened twice before, both times to film new content for what we’d started referring to as Goshujinsama’s OnlyFans. I was the focus of the porn on there, but I actually hadn’t seen it. Alex decided that since I was a slave there was no need for me to know what was going on in my name.

“I’ll be honest,” Alex told me one night as he read the degrading comments his fans left on the latest video he posted of Nhan using me — the last one where he abused and fucked me. 

We were in bed and Alex’s balls we’re resting in my mouth while Armando slowly drove a slim 6 inch dildo into my pussy over and over, intentionally hitting everything inside me except my prostate. Our owner had been in a “slaves don’t cum” mood for more than a week and really loved torturing us like this, including making us do it to each other. 

Even with Elliot, Alex decided he was going to bottom one night and called his “dildo slave” over, gave him a Viagra and then had me liberally apply an intense numbing lube on the slave top’s dick before Armando, his hands clean of the stuff, carefully rolled a condom on, making sure not to get any of the numbing lube outside the condom.

Alex rode the slave’s dick for a little while, then pulled out a box with straps, a harness, a belt and something that looked almost like handlebars and put it all on the white boy, all of it situated so Alex could lie back, lift his legs, penetrate himself with the slave and use the contraption to control the speed of the fuck. All the while, Elliot was gagged, blindfolded with his hands cuffed behind his back and nipples clamped. He told us later that it was a custom device made for him by an Asian friend who owned white slaves but preferred to bottom. He’d designed it to use his slaves without giving them the illusion that they were equals or true tops or really anything but a living dildo for his pleasure.

Our owner cummed twice while manipulating the slut, then tied Elliot to a chair and ignored him until the erection pull wore off and he went soft. Then he locked the slave back in chastity, gave him 10 hard whacks on the upper thighs with a riding crop to remind him of his place and sent him away.

That night he was reading comments, he’d commanded me to just suck both of his balls into my mouth and hold them there. No licking or sucking or anything, just hold them there and even let myself drool around his sack so I wouldn’t swallow. While I did that and Armando slowly fucked me with the dildo, Alex read the comments and casually stroked his hard cock.

“Making you make porn, making you expose yourself like this, making you degrade yourself on camera, tell everybody that you’re an Asian supremacist and then submit and put out like a cheap whore?” Alex said as more than a statement than a question. “Fuck. Whites like you exploited my ancestors for centuries and I can’t tell you how great it feels to be the one exploiting my white slave slut.”

That made a huge glob of precum practically shoot from my denied dicklet.

“It feels kinda like justice, but it’s not just that,” Alex told me as he kept scrolling through the comments. “It’s really giving me a new type of sadistic pleasure. Like when I read you the Twitter replies from the guys who said they knew you in high school? And you recognized them?”

After he showed me their accounts and I confirmed I had known them in high school (they were friends who bullied me back then), Alex made me make a new video where I wore a strapon just above my locked nub and rode a dildo with writing on my chest in both Japanese and English (“YT SLAVE 4 SUPERIOR ASIAN COCK,” it read in English, replacing “YT” with “GAIJIN” in Japanese) and thanked them for bullying me in high school.

“The way you  belittled and degraded me helped prepare me for a life enslaved to my supreme Asian Master,” I’d moaned.

“Fuck,” Alex continued as more saliva leaked from the corners of my lips. “It was so hot seeing you submit to me like that.”

I submit so completely because I love you so totally, I thought. 

“You did it knowing it would completely obliterate any reputation you might have had,” Alex said. “I love that unquestioning devotion to me. I’ve really made so much improvement to you. I mean, christ! The way I’ve stripped you of your dignity and the way I burned away your entire independent identity and I’m replacing you with a person who is an extension of myself, and more than that I’m replacing you with an object designed for the sole purpose of submission and providing my pleasure.”

It always amazed me that Alex was able to speak so coherently and with such eloquence during sex. Lust scrambled my brain and made me too foggy to even put together two full sentences sometimes, and yet he could speak in paragraphs. What’s more is I understood his treatises on everything from the righteous virtues of my total and unquestioning submission to him to the nature of Asian supremacy and non-Asian (especially white) inferiority. And of course, the way it reduced me to my basest, most carnal form, driven by nothing but lust and reverence for him, was insane.

I also felt a wave of masochistic pleasure thinking about how he was exploiting me and, maybe even a little more than that, how he took all the credit for my growth as a slave, as if I wasn’t doing any work and stripping me of any and all credit for my hard work to become a more devoted slave to him. I gave him sexual pleasure, sadistic pleasure, devotion, submission, worship and, with the OnlyFans, I gave him money by putting out on camera. We’d made six videos since Nhan screwed my brains out. Three of them featured Armando, who now also had an OnlyFans account — though the videos were only posted on the OnlyFans created in my name and his account was only used for age verification. 

Alex let me watch all of the videos after they were posted. He’d actually ordered me to watch them on the TV in the living room while he held me between his legs and whispered backhanded compliments, things like how I was such a natural slave, an insatiable cumdump, one of the purest examples of an eager, depraved and devoted faggot and so beautifully embraced my nature as a total and indisputably inferior white monkey slut born to devote all my energy, mind and body to my obviously superior Asian God. Everyone who was in the video had their faces fully visible in HD, except Alex whose face was either covered by a mask or blurred out. I still didn’t know exactly what my master did for a living (it wasn’t my place as a slave to know, unless he wanted me to) but he didn’t want his porn to interfere with his career. The faces of his slaves, on the other hand, weren’t worth obscuring. We almost certainly wouldn’t have a career outside of servitude to him.

So far it had just been Alex and Nhan with those guest appearances by Armando, but he told me he was looking forward to pimping me out to other Asian men on camera.

That night when I was fully dressed (as much as the immodest clothes Alex picked counted as fully dressed) and having put on sandals Alex picked out for me, I was led with his hand on my back to the garage and into his car. I knew this had to be something sexual, given how he’d dressed me and the fact that he’d made me douche twice before bed. 

The drive wasn’t long. We went to a park built around a lake with running and biking trails that circled the small lake and wound through wooded areas, Alex carrying a small calf leather backpack on one shoulder.

I couldn’t help but question internally what we were doing here as Alex parked and we walked along the lake until we reached a poorly lit area with trees on one side and the lake on the other. There was a small pier heading into the lake and Alex walked me out onto the wooden structure.

“Stop,” Alex told me near the end of the little fishing pier. 

I did.

“Strip.”

I swallowed hard. While we were in a poorly lit area with trees blocking one side, we were still otherwise totally exposed. Still, I didn’t hesitate. Alex wouldn’t do anything that would cause real, permanent harm or risk getting me arrested. Hands shaking and my breath catching in my throat a little, I peeled the crop top off and looked at him with the unspoken question in my eyes of what to do with the clothes. He pointed to the wooden railing of the pier and I draped the skimpy article over it. I then bent down to take off the sandals but Alex stopped me.

“Leave the shoes and jock for now,” he told me.

My master’s calm and steady tone had a contradictory effect on me as I stood back up on weak knees and slipped my thumbs into the waistband of the shorts. His nonchalance and confidence calmed me — what reason did I have to worry if he wasn’t concerned? — and sent a shock of anxiety through my body that I felt in my marrow — how could he be so relaxed while taking such a huge risk?

The shorts fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them before putting them with the shirt. I then stood and looked up at him again. For the first time I noticed his phone out, held almost clandestinely at his hip. He was recording.

“Present.”

I quickly spread my legs and put my hands behind my head, fingers interlocked. Maybe a little too quickly as I almost lost balance. Alex smirked cruelly at me, obviously getting turned on by my panic. He raised the phone up now and walked to me. Slowly, sensually, he ran his hands over my body. He groped my ass left fully exposed in the jock and fondled my caged nub through the front pouch. He tweaked my nipples, licked my ear, held me by the neck, spread my ass open to look at my slaveboy pussy, ran his fingernails down my back, massaged my shoulders with his free hand, one at a time, and then slapped me across the face.

The fear, I realized, threw all my senses into overdrive. I was on the lookout for a threat, listening to every sound for  footsteps of voices, and despite keeping my eyes forward I was scanning with my peripheral vision for signs of movement. But it also made everything feel more intense. The soft breeze on my exposed skin was like hurricane winds. His fingers and hands on my body made me flinch hit were were electric. The sensation of his lick on my ear radiated through my whole being.

And when he knelt behind me, put the phone on the ground facing up and swiped his tongue over my boypussy, the world stopped turning. I felt it in each individual atom of my existence. When he started eating me out in earnest I got dizzy and saw stars.

I still to this day cannot tell you how long Alex feasted on my hole as I stood obediently exposed in that park. It could have been a fraction of a second. It could have been hours. I wouldn’t have known the difference. 

When he was done, Alex picked up the phone and then stood in front of me, the camera in my face.

“Are you scared?”

“Yes, Goshujinsama.”

My voice was quiet and shaky.

“Speak up. How scared?”

I swallowed and felt tears threatening to pool in my eyes.

“I’m terrified, Goshujinsama.”

It was the truth, and I said it at more of a library volume than a weak, whimpering whisper. He smiled sympathetically at me but also corrected me.

“Louder.”

I jumped when he said that, raising his own voice for incident. I wanted to shush him or tell him this was taking it too far, but I didn’t. Hell, I couldn’t. My devotion to my Asian Master was stronger than my instinct to preserve myself, and a calm and patient voice in my head reminded me that I’m just a white fag slaveboy and he’s an Asian God whose wisdom and discernment I should trust implicitly. Will your terror stop you from obeying me?”

“Never, Goshujinsama. I love you. I’ll obey you no matter what. I love you.”

My volume was up to the same level as if I were calling to him from the next room over in his apartment. He smiled at me.

“Good boy. Jock off.”

I again almost fell over end as I followed his command. Without a word, Alex took me and turned be toward the railing looking out to the lake. He propped the phone up on a small table built into the corner, angled to look at us, then bend me over the railing. With nothing but spit as lube, Alex fished his cock out of his shorts and lined it up with my hole. Reaching around, he grabbed ahold of my balls and squeezed them. Normally the pressure would have elicited a light, sensual discomfort, but with my fear-enhanced senses I actually whimpered in pain and slammed my eyes shut. It was with that pain pulsing from my balls all the way to the top of my head, soles of my feet and tips of my fingers that he pushed his cock inside me. He spoke in a low tone, enough for the phone to pick up, words he would normally whisper in my ear.

“Good boy. Good boy. Relax. Let me have you,” he said as I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut and whined as he slowly, almost impossibly so, slid his cock in me, already impressively big and enhanced by fear so it felt like a light post tearing into my pussy. “That’s my bitch. Yeah, this boypussy is my property to use when and where and how I want. You’re doing so good. That’s it, let your master fuck his toy.. You know I own you. You’re not a person, you’re a slave and slaves don’t get to say no, do they? That’s it, don’t fight it. Good slave. Yeah, there you go bitch. I’m proud of you, bitch. You know you’re a stupid little cunt. Yeah, take it. Gonna feel my balls soon, baby boy. That little slave cunt is so tight. Fuck, you love being used like a cheap whore, don’t you baby?”

“Yes, Goshujinsama,” I moaned through clinched teeth. “I love it.”

Finally his balls made contact with mine. He’d again been careful to avoid my prostate, apparently intent on continuing the streak of using and fucking his slaves without letting us cum. Slowly he started pulling out then thrusting back in. I felt the head of his glorious cock pull at the ring of my hole just a millimeter from popping out of me, then drive back in just as slowly and steadily.

“That’s a good slut,” Alex cooed at me as I whimpered. “Surrender that pussy to your ,aster.”

“Everything belongs to you, Goshujinsama” I moaned mindlessly. The words bypassed my mind directly to my tongue and I knew what I was going to say at the same moment I heard myself speak. “Every part of me worships you.”

Alex slowly fucked me, saying beautiful, depraved, degrading things as he leisurely drilled my hole, filling me with both ecstasy and cock, putting me in my place as his inferior, both verbally and physically. After a couple minutes he released the pressure on my tight, sore, full balls and grabbed me by the hair, turning my face to the camera.

“Let the world see your face,” he told me, his voice both sweet and condescending. “Show the world who you really are. You’re a desperate, pathetic slut that needs to be owned and used by me. Take pride in that.”

I opened my eyes and fought the urge to shut them again and pretend I was anywhere but in the open at a public park. I still felt the threat of tears but it was calming as I surrendered more as more of my mind and my will to him with each thrust in.

The slow fuck went on for maybe five more minutes before Alex pulled out and grabbed his phone, then spun me around and pushed me down to my knees. I instinctively opened my mouth and his cock went in, no words or signs or even thoughts needed on my part. He shoved his awesome Asian cock into my throat, choking me.

“Eyes on Master,” Alex commanded.

I looked up at him. He was holding the phone to the side so I could look directly into his eyes. Looking up at him as he fucked my face, keeping the same relaxed pace as when his cock was in my pussy moments ago, I felt my fear wash partially away. I couldn’t see the details of his face as clearly in the dim light but I could still make out his eyes and see the effortless confidence in his face. My senses were still heightened — I realized for the first time that I was experiencing an adrenaline rush — but my mind wasn’t running away with fear of being caught and arrested or hurt for being now totally nude except the cage on my nub and the sandals on my feet. 

Looking up at Alex, even in such a state of undress and with his cock repeatedly cutting off my airflow, I felt totally safe. My chest was filled to overflowing with all-consuming love and devotion to this man, superior to me in every way and so generous and gracious in his subjugation of me, an inferior white male born for the one and only purpose of being a cocksleeve to my natural superiors. I found myself thinking not of Master’s manhood repeatedly forcing its way down my airway but of his love for me. 

He expressed it in such an unconventional way. For Alex, the expression of love was in taking me. He’d conquered me with such ease, subjugated me, dehumanized and objectified me and turned me into a being that throughout history was the lowest of the low, even at times in the past a class disdained for its inferiority, and he’d done it because he saw me and knew I was someone he could fall in love with. The in-and-out motion of his cock inside my skull was almost hypnotizing as I meditated on the man I’d dedicated my life to pleasing. My tongue memorized the urethra on the underside as it glided in and out of my lips and I reflected on everything I’d experienced with him in only a matter of months. I relished in the memories of pleasure, pain, joy, horror, pride, humiliation, comfort, punishment, love and abuse as I absorbed the erotic ecstasy of feeling him in my mouth, the lightly sweet flavor of Master’s pre as it was left in a trail on my tongue.

The reverie was broken when Alex slowly pulled out of my mouth. 

“Good boy,” Alex whispered affectionately as he bent down and put his free hand under my arm and lifted me up. Once on my feet he stuffed his cock back in his shorts and teased my left nipple, then stroked my hair behind my ear as he spoke. “Now turn around and put your hands behind your back for Master, baby boy.”

I did as he ordered and let him manipulate my arms and hands so they were behind my back, my hands touching with the palms facing out. Unable to see my owner and take comfort in his radiant authority and supremacy, my heart began racing again and my mind flooded with fear, less specific thoughts than raw emotion not fully formed. I knew what he was doing as he opened the backpack he carried, so when the cold metal touched my wrists and I heard the cuffs click four or five times each I wasn’t surprised. I was surprised when he put a collar with a leash attached on me from behind.

“Let’s take a walk, cutie,” Alex instructed, employing that drug-like combination of sweet, romantic affection and cruel, sadistic amusement. He grabbed the leash and then brought that same hand to rest on my shoulder.

His voice brought a modicum of relief to my emotional turmoil, but his hand on my shoulder as he turned me and started walking me off the pier — and away from my clothes — silenced my instinct to resist or run. Still, I wondered how far we were going and whether the clothes would still be there when we returned. I knew in the back of my mind that this was the riskiest thing I’d done in my life. Not even my Asian master would be able to explain away walking around a public park with a naked white slave in chastity and handcuffs.

We didn’t go far before Alex stopped again, this time next to a park bench. Alex took a seat on the bench, taking off his backpack and propping the still-recording phone on it before pointing to the ground between his spread legs. I crouched down, trying to stay off my knees because the concrete would hurt them, and Alex pulled his shirt off. He stuffed it into his backpack, picking up the phone when it fell over and putting it back, then pulled his still-hard, still-leaking cock back out.

I didn’t even think when he said simply, “Get to work,” and dove down, taking his cock all the way down my throat. I was going fast, semi-conscious of the fact I was trying to get him off quickly so this would be over, but Alex put his hands gently on either side of my head.

“There’s no rush, baby,” Alex said, his laid-back tone making me a little more anxious than relaxed this time. “Let’s enjoy the park and the fresh air.”

Anxious as I was, I was also determined to prove myself an obedient boy and slowed down. He helped me find the pace with his hands, moving my head up and down at a sensual speed. I did my best to keep my eyes on him, but I couldn’t force myself to get over the fact that his eyes stayed on me. Nobody was watching for somebody coming who might catch us. When I heard something in the trees move, I instinctively started pulling off his cock to look when Alex’s hand came down on my head and he shoved me down to the root of his cock. 

“Bad slave,” he chastized, his voice raised so loud it echoed a little.

My whole body cringed in terror at the volume but he held me with my throat around him as his other hand reached into the bag to pull out a blindfold.

“If you can’t keep your eyes on me,” his said, his voice at a normal volume, “you won’t be looking at anything.”

With that he put the blindfold on me.

“Do you trust your master?” Alex asked me.

My mouth still full of cock, I simply nodded my head.

“Do you want to make your master happy?”

Again I nodded.

“Do you love your master?”

Once more I nodded, emphatically this time.

“Then do your fucking job and please me, you stupid, pathetic, worthless, mindless piece of white trash cumdump slut.”

His words cut, hurting even more than the hard smack that met my face as I choked on him, and I felt my body go cold. There was no love in his voice this time. I knew I’d disappointed and maybe even angered him. I knew I was in trouble.

Alex took a deep breath

“That’s your only warning,” Alex told me, his tone calmer and but still white hot. “You’re gonna have to pay for that. I won’t take you to the discipline room for this one when we get home, but disobey or disrespect me like that again and you will be punished when I’m done playing with you. I won’t tolerate my property disrespecting me and you know that. And you know the consequences”

I wanted to cry but maintained my composure. I knew punishment was part of being a slave. No slave was perfect and Master had a responsibility to train and discipline his property when it was disobedient or when it disappointed him, but just that disappointment was enough to make me regret what I’d done.

It wasn’t lost on me as I started slowly servicing his cock again that I’d started thinking of myself as it instead of as a person, something I recalled doing primarily when I’d been a disobedient slave. Still on the verge of an emotional breakdown from both the stress of the situation and Alex’s anger toward me, I tried to focus on the cock I so loved and worshiped as part of my devotion to my Asian superior. I used my tongue to study the head and shaft I knew so well, savoring it. Alex let me serve him another 15 minutes or so, my jaw aching but my whole body by that point yearning to be used without limits for his enjoyment.

When he finally pulled me off his cock, Alex pulled the blindfold up to my forehead, stood up and took off his shorts. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so when he stuffed his shorts into the bag, picked up his phone and stood he was even more nude than me — my pale dicklet was in a cage.

My owner took the leash and yanked on it as I stood, too, then led me further away from my clothes. I couldn’t help but stare at his body, my eyes sweeping from his strong legs to his hard, long, thick, powerful cock to his tight ass. They soaked in his V lines and abs and pecs, then his strong shoulders and arms and finally his face, sculpted by Aphrodite herself. But they kept going back to his cock, swaying heavily back and forth with each step.

“This can be a fun experience for you, too, if you let it,” Alex told me, his voice back to that cheerful and kind tone I was used to. “You know all too well that I love you and won’t let any harm come. So relax, let me walk you through this experience and tap into the thrill and all the intense pleasure that comes with the danger of this. It’s not like you have a choice, is it? Unless you’re trying to go back to being a lost and miserable and purposeless white trash slut without an Asian master to give your life meaning. Is that what you want?”

I did start to cry now, just a couple tears from each eye, as I shook my head fervently at his question. I could feel my throat closing up as I fought back tears. We continued walking slowly down the path, now getting into more well lit areas.

“What gives your life meaning? In your own eyes? In your own words?”

I swallowed hard in an attempt to control myself.

“Being yours,” I told him, my voice hoarse but not breaking. No new tears formed.

“What does that mean?” Alex asked. 

Finally he brought the hand holding the leash back to my shoulder. It brought some more calm back to my mind.

“It means,” I started, swallowing again to keep my emotions under control. “It means that I get meaning by surrendering myself to you, accepting your ownership of me. Like, thinking of myself as an object manufactured in a factory with the only purpose of obeying you. Bringing you pleasure. Everything I do should make your life easier and better.”

“You’re almost exactly right,” Alex said as he came to a stop. “The only thing you really got wrong is that you aren’t the equivalent to a manufactured sex toy. You’re like something handmade by a master artisan. Unique and beautiful. And when you surrender to me, when you obey me without question, without reservation, you accept your nature and it makes my life easier, because it makes it easier for me to sculpt you into the thing I want you to be.”

This kind of talk never failed to drive me further and further into delusional arousal. His emphasis on thing was so thrilling to me, the reinforcement of my identity as object rightfully owned rather than person choosing to submit because I wanted to. I mean, sure, I obviously wanted this. Nothing was forcing me to stay. But that emphasis on my dehumanized existence stoked something inside me that craved objectification. Still hypersensitive with fear, I found my nub trying pointlessly to get hard. 

Alex looked down and saw my nub jutting out, the cage containing it for the most part but the root successfully engorging itself, pushing the cave outward and pulling my balls with it, and he chuckled.

“You’re not even a man,” Alex said as he laughed at me. “Men have functional dicks. Your nub is trying so desperately to get hard but you know it can’t. And it shouldn’t, because you’re just a slave. A very, very special slave I love with all my heart, but still just a slave. And that excites you.”

As we started walking again I registered that Alex was still recording. He’d recorded all of it, the admission of my desire to be his thing and my desperation to be owned, subjugated, enslaved.

When we stopped again I stole a quick glance around and realized we’d walked so far I couldn’t see the pier where I’d initially stripped. Alex looked around and walked me to a lightpost. Standing directly under the light, he pulled the key to the handcuffs out of his bag and unlocked one wrist.

“The foundational point of this is to teach you,” Alex told me, putting the hand not holding the phone between my collar and jaw, his thumb stretched up behind the back of my jaw and to the back of my ear. “There’s a whole world of pleasure you haven’t even dreamed of. Mixing in fear with the pleasure enhances it, like mixing pain and pleasure, but you have to learn to control that fear so it stays positive. And even if it doesn’t feel positive to you, remember that nobody cares if you like it as long as I do. Even if you can’t relax enough to like this, lean into it so your master can enjoy it more. That’s what you’re learning today. I know you trust me and I know you will obey me because you love me. Now I need you to demonstrate your trust and love so I can show you how amazing it is to submit yourself to me despite your fear.”

I felt that fear growing again and fought hard to shove it down as I nodded.

“You’re not going to like this,” he told me. “Not at first. But I think it’ll be good for you. Open your mind. Focus on your breathing if you start getting scared and remind yourself how much you enjoy submitting to me, no matter what it costs you. OK?”

I immediately did what he said, focusing on my breathing, as I let you a, “Yes, Goshujinsama,” that sounded less confident than I wanted but more sure than I actually felt. I knew what was coming. Alex smiled at me, lovingly and reassuringly, as he moved his hand from my neck back to my unlocked wrist. He didn’t let go of the phone as he grabbed my other wrist, too. My muscles tried to tense involuntarily but I managed to keep them loose enough as he pulled both arms behind me and around the lamp post. He locked the cuff back around my wrist and then brought his free hand to my face as his other hand held the phone low, looking up at us.

“Be brave for me, slave,” Alex said. 

With that, he brought the blindfold back over my eyes.

“Sit.”

Knees shaking, I bent my legs and lost balance, falling on my ass at the base of the lightpost. I heard him chuckle.

“Trust your master. Have faith in me the way Christians have faith in their god. Pray to me if you have to. But surrender yourself to me and annihilate any part of you that you can’t surrender. And stay.”

Alex gave me a lingering kiss. 

Then I heard him walk away.

I was alone. Stripped of clothes and dignity, blindfolded, handcuffed to a lamp post in a very public park and sitting directly under its illumination, I was alone. The panic hit me like a tsunami but miraculously I kept my breathing under control.

Trust Alex. Love Alex. Obey Alex, I thought over and over like a mantra. Eventually my lips started to move as I silently mouthed the words, gradually replacing Alex with Master, then the words formed in my throat and my tongue and lips gave them form, barely a whisper. I started thinking of the words as a prayer, praying to Alex, almost as if asking him to reinforce those feelings and my obedience. 

I could feel the grass under my ass. The gentle breeze on my skin. The cold metal of the cuffs on my wrists. My caged dick, now soft, in its confines. I was calming down from the emotional overload. The fear grew smaller and smaller until it was as soft as the wind and served mainly to highten my awareness. I listened to the sound of traffic, not distant but not able to see me. I heard birds and insects chirping. I smelled the city air and a hint of myself — not body odor so much as a somewhat pleasant natural scent. 

And just as quickly and as strongly as the fear hit me when I heard Alex leave, I felt the excitement. The thrill of doing something so dangerous and illegal for the sake of Master’s enjoyment and approval. I was actually enjoying this.

That was, until I heard footsteps approaching. At first I thought it was Alex, but then I realized it was two sets of footsteps. My breathing quickened and I started to panic again. I fought hard to get my breathing under control, mentally chanting my mantra/prayer faster and faster without realizing I was also saying the words, though with little more volume than a breath.

“Fuck,” one voice said. I thought I recognized it but couldn’t place it. “A naked white bitch bound to a bright light. And in a fucking public park.”

Oh fuck, I thought. The fear tentatively started melting away again. It was the voice of Alex’s vers-switch sometimes-sub slut, Yuto.

“It’s not been easy,” Alex said.

And now, in the very instant I heard the first half of the first syllable, I was back in control. Risk still had me on edge but it was enjoyable again.

“The little faggot’s been letting his fear overpower his devotion,” Alex continued.

They were walking slowly toward me.

“Seems like he’s calmed down a bit now,” Yuto said. He thought for a second before speaking again, suddenly giddy. “Wait! If you punish him for the way he’s behaved tonight, can I watch?”

Alex chuckled at that.

“Sure!” He answered, laughing a little harder as he did. “He’s already gonna have to pay for freaking out and looking around when he was serving my cock with his mouth and should have had his eyes only on me. If he’s disobedient again he’ll have to spend some time in the punishment room.”

They were standing over me now. I thought for a second that I should greet them, then realized they were talking as if I weren’t there and probably wanted me to be seen and not heard.

“Well, shit, I hope he’s disobedient again,” Yuto said, his tone suggesting he was only half joking. “I’d love to see this cracker in pain.”

They both laughed for a second at that, then Alex’s hands were under my arms and he was lifting me up to my feet. He unlocked the cuffs, both hands now free, and kept a deathgrip on my wrists as he brought them back around the light post and recuffed them behind me.

“I wanna go fuck him over there,” Alex said.

Still blindfolded, I stumbled along as Alex pulled me by the leash. Every once in a while he’d use a hand on my shoulder to guide me around obstacles or over steps up or down. When we stopped again he turned me to face him. 

“Are you gonna take your eyes off the Asian man who owns you?” Alex asked me as if speaking to a child.

“No, Master,” I answered meekly.

“Good.”

He removed the blindfold and I blinked a few times as my eyes found focus again. My eyes registered that we were on an extremely well lit basketball court before they locked on him and he leaned in, his hands gripping my slutty little waist, and kissed me, deeply. His arms slowly wrapped around me as he held me to him, slipping his tongue in my mouth. I melted into him.

When he pulled back, Alex pushed me to my knees. I didn’t think to crouch this time and ended up on my knees on the uncomfortable surface of the basketball court. I ignored the discomfort and opened my mouth, looking up at him as he slowly fucked my skull, his hands on either side of my head. I got my first glimpse of Yuto in my peripheral vision as he walked around us, recording on Alex’s phone, but I kept my eyes trained on my master.

No words were spoken as Alex fucked my face and Yuto moved around us, at times coming in close to get a shot of the thick Asian cock going in and out of my pink whiteboy lips. A few minutes in, Alex used a foot to nudge my thighs outward. I scraped my knees, not enough to break the skin but enough to make me wince, as I spread my legs. He brought his foot up, rubbing the toe of his shoe on my balls, then gave me a quick, light kick that made me jump but didn’t actually hurt. He did it a few more times, the last one actually sending a light jolt of pain through my body. The pain didn’t last, though, and I actually found myself excited from it.

The fear was still there in the back of my mind. We were in an incredibly open, brilliantly lit space in a public park and Alex was using me as his sex toy.

A few seconds after that final ball tap, Alex slowly pulled himself out of my mouth and then nudged me down. I laid back on the hard, cold ground as Alex reached into the backpack and pulled out a throw blanket. It wasn’t much, but it must have been enough for him because he maneuvered my body to lie on my side, put the blanket on the ground behind me and then laid down there. I heard a lube bottle squirting as I looked over my shoulder, doing my best to obey him and keep my eyes on him.

“Look wherever you want now, slut,” Alex said.

I kept my eyes on him.

“I meant you should look around,” he told me with a wry grin when he saw I was still staring at him. “Take it all in. You’re in public, getting fucked by your master. You’re breaking the law. Think about what would happen if you got caught but also take comfort in the fact that I wouldn’t let that happen.”

With that, he slid his lube-slicked cock along my crack then rested the head on my hole.

“Of course, as awesome and superior as I am, how can I guarantee that?”

There was a sadistic amusement in his voice as he said that, punctuated by immediately shoving the head of his cock into my pussy. My locked dick leaked a heavy dose of precum that drooled out of the cage and onto the ground. Alex took his time putting himself inside me as I looked around. The fear grew stronger and the pleasure of his cock inside me multiplied.

I was amazed at what we were doing. There were houses around us, not right next to the basketball court but close enough that if someone in one of the two-story homes looked out the top window they’d be able to see us and know exactly what was happening. I could also see the street from here. I doubted anybody in the cars I heard and now saw driving would be able to see us from that distance, but I couldn’t know for sure.

“I bet a part of you is wishing we would get caught,” Alex whispered in my ear.

For the first time, I couldn’t honestly say he was right. I didn’t tell him that, though.

“Think about it,” Alex said. “You wouldn’t be able to deny what you are then. You’d be caught impaled on my cock. 

Alex again felt no rush, but this time he slowly picked up the pace. In a minute or two he was fucking me in earnest, pounding my hole. I tried to stay quiet but couldn’t help a few soft moans that escaped.

“Let it out, boy,” Alex told me. “Let yourself go and feel it. I’ll shut you up if you’re too loud.”

His words found purchase in my mind and I suddenly began moaning at full volume. He picked up the pace and started licking and kissing my neck and ears, one of his arms draped over me and his hand teasing my nipples, alternating back and forth.

“Fuck yeah, bitch,” Alex said at full volume. “Tight fuckin’ cunt. You’re gonna take my cock, slut. Tell me how much you need it.”

“I need it so bad, Master,” I moaned. “I need to be used. Please, Goshujinsama. Use me. Please. I don’t know if I can live without your cock.”

Suddenly Alex yanked his cock out of me and grabbed my body. He moved me like a ragdoll, picking me up and spinning me around to rest straddling his abs, then pointed his cock at my hole and shoved me down. When I was resting balls deep he told me to stay, grabbed the handcuff key again and unlocked both wrists. He put the key and cuffs in the bag then looked at me.

“Absolutely nothing stopping you from getting up and running back to your clothes, getting dressed and fleeing for safety now,” Alex said condescendingly. “You gonna do that? Or are you gonna prove to me and the rest of the world what an unquenchable slut you are and ride my cock here, where you could get caught at any moment?”

I answered not with words but by lifting myself up off his cock and then slamming my body back down, over and over. I rode him with a passion I’d never shown while riding cock before. He was right, I wanted the world to see how much of an ‘unquenchable slut’ I was for him. I wasn’t looking around anymore. I was looking down at my master as he used his hands on my hips to pull me back down when I got a little too eager and almost rose up all the way off him. 

When he got close, Alex expertly twisted us around so we were suddenly in missionary on the blanket and started drilling me. The expression on his face showed this wasn’t just any fuck. There was still kindness and love in his eyes, but it was joined by anger. Alex, still at least a little mad at my disrespect, was hatefucking me.

And for some reason, I loved it. I was moaning and crying out like a bitch in heat

“You don’t deserve this load, boy,” Alex said as he rabbitfucked me with all his strength. I thought he would shove himself in so hard he’d burst out of my stomach. “But I’m an Asian man. I’m not gonna let a little… piece… of… white… trash… like… you… ruin… my… night.”

With that he shoved all the way in, so hard he lifted my ass up and folded me in half. His eyes slammed shut and he groaned. I almost screamed from the joy I felt getting bred by Alex, loud enough that he slapped me inadvertently as he covered my mouth to shut me up. As his orgasm coursed through him, Alex removed his hand and replaced it with him mouth. His lips locked to mine and he kissed me with a passion that wasn’t new but was more powerful than usual. His arms found their way around my neck as his cock twitched inside me and his cum filled my insides. 

Both of us laid there painting for a while. I became aware again that Yuto was recording us. In fact, he was right next to us, crouched down and videoing the kiss and the subsequent heavy breathing. He moved down our bodies and around behind Alex, who was still lodged deep inside me. He kissed me a little more, then pulled his cock out. I was so stretched that the cum just poured out and onto the blanket. 

“What the fuck,” Yuto muttered almost inaudibly. “So much cum.”

After catching his breath, Alex stood and got his shorts and the handcuffs out of his bag. He put he shorts on, then pulled me up to my feet and cuffed me again.

“Let’s get back to your clothes, slave,” he told me.

Pulling me by my leash, Alex walked us back through the park. I wasn’t blindfolded this time, but about 10 minutes into the walk I wished I was. In the distance I saw a man walking ahead of us. He was on his phone and walking in the same direction, but close enough that if he turned he’d see us. My heart pounded and Alex slowed us down. When the man started to turn, he walked us into the trees and crouched down. Knowing my fear was bubbling back up and (as I would later learn, feeling sympathetic toward me because this was a genuinely terrifying moment) covered my mouth to help me keep quiet and whispered in my ear that everything was going to be OK.

The unattractive white man in his mid-40s walked toward us, still on his phone and talking about his bitch of a wife and how she got mad that he’d come home drunk again. (“Stupid whore thinks she runs the house. Well news-fuckin-flash, she doesn’t.”) For some reason, despite the fact that Alex talking about me that way would turn me on, listening to this man rant about his wife made me annoyed at him. It seemed like he was the problem. He walked all the way past us then stopped and sat on a bench. We waited a minute, then Alex sighed.

“Let’s move through the trees,” he said, guiding us slowly through the concealment of the woods.

When we were far enough away that the man wouldn’t be able to make out specifics, Alex picked me up and started carrying me, holding me under my ass and casually slipping a finger in my gaped hole with a smile before telling me to rest my chin on his shoulder, looking behind him, and walked out of the woods with Yuto in tow, still recording. I saw the man sitting on the bench but he was distant and was so indiscernible now I wouldn’t have been able to tell for sure if he were wearing clothes, so I felt confident he couldn’t tell if I was.

When we got close to the pier again, Alex put me on my feet and led me back to my clothes. I let out a silent sigh of relief to see them still there, though now bunched up on the ground. They’d blown off the railing, but I was lucky they’d blown to wood surface and not into the water.

“On you knees, bitch,” Alex said. 

His tone told me I was about to ‘pay’ for my disrespect. I obeyed without question or hesitation, still fighting off the fear. He told Yuto to stop the recording.

[CW: PISS — End of scene marked below]

“You told me once that you’re opposed to piss play,” Alex said.

My face went cold as I felt cold. This couldn’t be what he was going to do as my punishment, could it? 

“I told you I don’t like it, either,” Alex continued.

I felt a momentary reprieve.

“But the way you disrespected me was too much an offense for me to let go,” Alex told me. And just like that, I was filled with dread and hopelessness. “Looking away from me was unacceptable. You had no doubts about what I wanted. I wanted your eyes on me without exception, and you let your fear get in the way and disobeyed me. You’ve left me with no choice. You’re going to obey me now or you’re going to get punished.”

I almost started crying again.

“I need to piss now,” Alex said. 

He reached into his pants.

“And to prove to me that you can obey your master, even when you don’t want to, even when you actively want to resist me, you’re going to open your filthy fucking white mouth and you’re gonna not only get pissed on, not only taste my piss, but you’re going to let me fill your mouth with piss, then you’re gonna close that mouth and swallow while I finish unloading my bladder all over your face and body.”

“Please, Master,” I pleaded. “Please, I promise I’ll never disobey you again. I swear.”

“Good,” Alex said. “Then when I tell Yuto to start recording again, you’re going to open your mouth and you’re going to obey me.”

“No, please, please, I can’t,” I begged. “Please don’t make me.”

“You know I’m not gonna get any enjoyment out of this,” Alex said, somewhere halfway between comforting me and chastising me. “One way or another, you’re gonna drink my piss. Whether you do it now and make that your only punishment or you earn more discipline is up to you.”

I kept my mouth closed as he told Yuto to record and pulled his flaccid cock out. He waited for a few seconds, his cockhead at my lips, then told Yuto to stop recording.

“Fine,” he said. 

Alex picked up my clothes off the ground. I couldn’t believe he was giving in.

And I was right. He wasn’t. He took the skimpy shirt and shorts and tossed them over the rail into the water.

“Now you’re gonna drink my piss, let me piss all over your body and then walk to the car without clothes,” Alex said, obviously furious at my disobedience. “Then you’ll get to spend some time in the punishment room later. I will correct this behavior.”

I wanted more than anything to go back and obey him now. I felt completely broken, but the negativity wasn’t directed toward Alex. I don’t think I could have been mad at him. I’d not only disobeyed him once, but now twice. As repulsed as I was by piss play, my refusal was made without considering how I owed Alex this demonstration of devotion. He had every right to question the length I would go to please him after I’d disobeyed such a simple command to keep my eyes on him. Fear or no, I knew I could and should trust Alex without exception or reservation.

“Now, when I tell Yuto to record, you’re going to make your face expressionless and you’re gonna open your mouth, look me in the eyes, take my piss and thank me for it when I’m done.”

Alex waited as I mustered all my courage in preparation to accept my punishment.

Then I answered.

“I love you, Goshujinsama,” I said weakly but still authentically. “I’m sorry I disobeyed you twice. I won’t do it again.”

Alex’s expression softened, not completely but enough to tell he was accepting my apology. He pulled his hand out of his pants and forced a smile as he brushed some hair back. He motioned Yuto closer and directed him to angle the camera so Alex’s face was visible but the camera was still close to my face.

“I want everyone to see this clearly,” he told Yuto. Anger left his face completely now and he looked almost happy about this. “Record.”

Yuto hit the button and Master casually pulled his dick back out and put it at my lips. This time I opened up and he rested his cock on my bottom lip, right at the ridge of the head. I held back a cringe and blocked off my throat with my tongue. When he loosened his body and let the piss start to flow, it took everything in me not to jump back and writhe in repulsion, but I somehow managed to keep my eyes locked with his and my expression neutral. It was salty and unpleasant, repugnant even, but it wasn’t rancid like I’d worried. He was controlling the stream, keeping it low pressure so it filled my mouth slowly. When it started reaching my lips, Alex used his right index finger to lift my chin up so he could get more in. Then when my mouth was full, he pulled his cock back, closed my mouth and let the stream splash on my lower face (carefully avoiding my eyes or getting close enough that his piss would splash into my eyes), chin, neck, chest, abs and locked dick as I forced myself to swallow. I opened my mouth again, intending to display my obedience, and he put his cock back to fill my mouth about halfway this time before pulling back to finish on my body. I swallowed again.

“Thank you, Master,” I said with more assurance than I felt.

Alex nodded, his face expressionless, and put his cock back in my mouth. My lips instinctively closed around it and he shocked me by telling me again to swallow and pissing another two seconds directly down my throat. As soon as he was finished, his cock grew hard again and he grabbed the sides of my head and kept his body still as he yanked my head roughly back and forth until after about two minutes he started cumming again. He let the first volley explode into my mouth, then pulled out and used a hand under my jaw to keep my mouth open as he used the other to jerk himself and cum into my mouth and all over my face, getting some in my hair.

Yuto panned around us, focusing in on the cum and piss all over me, the stopped the recording when Alex gave him a nod.

I thought I was going to throw up but managed to keep my stomach’s contents, which now included piss and cum, inside.

Alex looked to Yuto and waved him over. The Japanese twunk walked over and pulled a backpack I hadn’t noticed before off his shoulders. Alex reached in and pulled out a towel, body wash, mouth wash and several bottles of water.

“Help this bitch clean up.”

[END CW]

The walk back to the car was filled with overwhelming humiliation and a sense of disgrace at my disobedience, all on top of the mounting fear as we moved closer and closer to areas that were more likely to be populated. The clothes Alex had given me were floating somewhere out of sight in the lake now as part of my punishment. I was totally exposed, and we were now at a place in the park where there would be nowhere to hide if someone happened across us. At one point we passed a homeless man sleeping on a bench and I was infinitely grateful that he didn’t wake up. 

Alex wasn’t angry anymore. After I’d thoroughly cleaned every part of my body, Master even kissed me and held my naked body close to him on that pier.

“I know you’re a good slave at heart,” he told me on the walk back, his arm over my shoulder. His voice was calm and affectionate and comforting, even. “I know you want to give yourself fully to me. I was furious at your disobedience because I know you know better. And I’m aware that this punishment may have seemed harsh. But you’re my white slave. You’re inferior to me because I’m Asian and because I’m dominant and I know your inferiority in both areas makes it hard for you to learn, which is why punishment is necessary. You’re not capable of learning without consequences. It’s not your fault. All whites and submissives are like that. You’re weak and less intelligent and you have less willpower. So to teach you and guide you toward the only life that will truly fulfill you, a life as my slave, I’ll sometimes have to punish you.”

I told him I knew and I was thankful for his patience and that he was merciful enough to punish me instead of casting me out.

“I’m glad you understand,” Alex told me. “You know I enjoy punishing you sometimes. A part of it is my sadism and a part of it is just seeing you willingly submit to my discipline. I enjoyed this punishment too, but it wasn’t something I really wanted to do and it’s something I hope I never have to do again. My enjoyment didn’t come from the actual punishment but from seeing you break and give in. I picked it because you sinned badly enough that I had to punish you in a way I knew you wouldn’t get any pleasure from, even as a masochist.”

I mumbled my thanks again, embarrassed because of my transgression. I was intrigued, though only in the back of my mind given all the context, that he’d used the word sinned.

We did make it back to the car without any real incident. There was a couple in one car near ours, fucking in the passenger seat of the coup, who stopped what they were doing to gawk, but they didn’t get out or use their phone to take pictures or call the cops. Alex commanded me sternly not to cover myself up and actually to put my hands behind my head and interlock my fingers as he took his arm off my shoulders and continued guiding me by the leash.

When we got back to the apartment it was 30 minutes to sunrise. I was surprised to see Yuto there but didn’t say anything. It was a Saturday morning, so I hoped beyond hoping that nobody in the building would be up and in the garage or hallways. Remembering the first time Alex took me from the apartment naked and the punishment I’d received for doubting his protection, I forced myself to stay calm on the walk from the garage into the building and down the hall to his door. When we were inside, Alex sent me to shower.

I came back out to find the bedroom still completely dark except the dim illumination from a bedside lamp, the blackout curtains drawn. Yuto and Alex were both there. Both naked. Both on the bed. Yuto was licking and sucking Alex’s cock, hard again. 

“Get over here, slave,” Alex told me. 

I crawled up onto the bed and as Yuto backed up and sat up on his knees, resting his bare, toned ass on his ankles, Alex pulled me between his legs. I was sitting with his cock jabbing into my lower back, and he pulled me into his chest so my head rested on one of his surprisingly soft pecs.

“I used your phone to text Yuto after I put the blindfold on you, after you disrespected me. I’d already decided what your punishment would be so I asked him to bring all that stuff to clean you up. You remember? When you disobeyed me and I had to blindfold you to keep your focus on me?” I turned red with embarrassment and meekly said I remembered. “Well, Yuto did us a favor tonight by meeting us at the park, bringing everything needed to clean you up after your punishment and by taking over recording.”

I nodded as Alex situated me so my head was in the crook between his hard cock and his thigh. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t excited about where this seemed to be heading. It briefly crossed my mind that I hadn’t known Alex brought my phone with me and the assumption that it was in the backpack, but that wasn’t important to me in the moment.

“I think the right thing to do would be to thank Yuto for being so kind,” Alex said. “Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Goshujinsama,” I answered.

I wasn’t sure where this was going. A part of me hoped my Goshujinsama was going to command me to give my hole to Yuto as thanks. I glanced at his hard, somewhat slim 7 inches. Alex noticed my eyes leave his to look at Yuto’s cock but wasn’t angry this time. He just chuckled.

“That’s right, baby boy,” Alex said. “After all he did, I think the best way for you to thank Yuto is to give him that wonderful cocksucking mouth, well-trained throat and tight slaveboy pussy. You agree that what he did deserves to be thanked by lending him your body, right?”

Eyes once again locked with Alex’s, I nodded.

“I’m so thankful to him, Goshujinsama,” I told him, exaggerating my gratitude a little because I felt he was building up to something and I didn’t want to disappoint. “I want to thank him as much as you see fit.”

“Good boy,” Alex said. He was growing increasingly condescending and it turned me on to no end. “I texted Yuto to come over here once we got in the car. I knew I needed to do something special to show him how grateful I am for his help.”

I melted into Alex’s body as his hands roamed and played with mine. For the first time since he woke me up to go play with me in the park, I was truly relaxing.

While you were showering, I let him enjoy worshiping my cock and told him that I’d like to lend him your body to use however he wants tonight. It’s not surprising that he said accepted the offer. So, I want you to put out like good slaveboy and let him use you however he wants. I’m gonna be here and I might even get a little involved, but your focus should be totally on him time. Since I’m loaning Yuto my slave to fuck, that makes him one of your masters. Not a permanent master and not as authoritative as your Goshujinsama, but a master you need to respect and serve with your whole spirit and body. I want you to use everything I’ve taught you, make sure he gets the most pleasure possible from your body, mouth and pussy and everything. OK, baby boy?”

I was still feeling a little cold toward my Master when I got out of the shower. I used brushed my teeth five times and mouthwash six to get the taste of piss — and the lingering, psychologically based taste — from my mouth. He warned me at the very beginning that punishments would be something I wouldn’t like and that even he wouldn’t always enjoy them. Of course, he did seem to end up enjoying my suffering at this punishment.

Now, though, I felt warmer. 

Alex ran his hands slowly and sensually up and down my torso. He took pride in the growing abs he’d developed in me during our trips to the gym — none of them as exciting as the first but usually ending with me choking on his awesome Asian cock until he cums directly  down my throat — and took time as he was speaking to trace their valleys. He gently flicked and teased my nipples. Once or twice he fondled my locked nub and balls.

But just as much as the deluge of physical affection was the way Alex didn’t miss a beat in my objectification as a slave. He punished me in a way that ran the risk of me leaving him, ending things in an eruption of anger. 

But I deserved the punishment for disobeying him and we both knew I knew that. It became clear to me over the course of that night and the next morning I would finally fully realize that Alex had been an extremely lenient master to his slaves. He didn’t regularly demand things like absolute stillness or silence. We didn’t require his permission to use the bathroom. He didn’t usually nitpick how we did our chores.

But, as Alex played with my body and talked about how I would use it to show my thanks and, more importantly, his gratitude toward Yuto, I realized he could.

And punishing his slaves for disobeying those types of commands was also within his rights.

“Do you want to thank Young Master Yuto with your body?” Alex asked me.

I swallowed hard, worried this was a trap despite knowing Alex wasn’t the type of master to do that. I knew I still had more punishment coming and the fear of that was still occupying a part of my mind.

“Yes, Goshujinsama,” I replied in a soft, meek whisper. “I’d be honored to be used to show my Young Master how much you appreciate his help.”

Alex laughed softly at that and tweaked one of my nipples a little harder, not enough to cause any sort of pain but enough to electrify my already overstimulated body and make me throw my head back with my eyes squeezed shut.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Alex praised condescendingly. “And, I mean, you’re my slave. So it wouldn’t matter if you thought it was a good idea or wanted me to give Yuto your consent. Would it?”

“No, Goshujinsama,” I replied, my body relaxing from the sudden exaggerated excitement of that nipple tweak. 

“Right,” he said matter-of-factly. “Why don’t you tell You g Master why I’m the one who he needs consent from to fuck you?”

He gave my other nipple a hard tweak and at the same time tapped my aching balls with his other hand. My answer started as a moan and calmed back down into a submissive whisper.

“Because all people have the right to give or deny consent, but I’m a slave and slaves aren’t people,” I answered dutifully, trying my best to be eloquent to impress Yuto for Master. “Slaves are property. I’m your slave, which means I’m your property and you make all the decisions about who gets to use your property.”

“Good boy,” Alex said, petting the top of my head with one hand while with the other he slipped a thumb in my mouth to suck. “Yuto, I appreciate your help tonight and to thank you I wanna offer you Jackson. Enjoy my slut slave however you want and let me know if you think he needs any discipline.”

I opened my eyes at that to find Yuto eying me hungrily.

“Thank you, sir,” Yuto told Alex as he shifted forward to rest on all fours and crawled toward us.

Alex put his python arms under my near-twink arms and wrapped them back around over my shoulders to hold me in place as Yuto reached my feet and started by licking my toes. Each one went in his mouth where he swirled his tongue around them, giving me sensations I couldn’t explain but somehow seemed linked to the head of my locked whiteboy dick, causing a rush of precum as my nub tried pathetically to get ready to penetrate someone. Suddenly I realized why some guys like receiving foot worship.

When he was done with my toes, Yuto gave each sole a long, slow lick before he started kissing his way up my calfs and thighs, alternating between my legs as he went, until he got to the space between my balls and legs. Yuto picked up and spread my legs, laying them over Alex’s muscled thighs, then dove in.

First he licked, kissed, sucked and nawed at that sensitive area between balls and legs, making me squirm and leak more and more pre. Then he started lapping at my balls, eventually loosening the tight sack enough to suck each ball gently into his mouth and play with them using his tongue. 

Not a word was spoken as I writhed in almost unbearable pleasure. I grunted and groaned and moaned as Alex held me tight and occasionally licked at the top of one of my ears. 

When he was done devouring my crotch, Yuto used his tongue to trace the hint of my developing V lines and my growing abs before quickly biting and then slowly licking each nipple. His tongue sent chills through me as he licked up first the right side of my neck then my left, from collar born to jaw. When he reached my left ear, Yuto stuck his tongue in, squirmed it around as my gasps and moans illustrated my appreciation,, then kissed my cheek and finally spoke for the first time since I’d finished my shower.

“I’ve wanted to make you my bitch since the day I met you,” Yuto whispered in my ear, nibbling at the lobe before continuing. “Such a pretty white pussy boy.”

He kissed across my face until his lips met mine, at which point he grabbed my face with both hands and passionately made out with me. I returned his effort in full, the kiss finally breaking me from a brain fog that kept me from really appreciating the situation.

As Yuto’s tongue lashed at mine and explored my mouth, I moaned not from the action but from the realization: I was about to worship my third Asian cock at Goshujinsama’s orders. 

The first was his, and there was never even a question whether it would forever be my favorite. Alex’s character and personality made him irresistible to me, and his flawless looks and divine body were hypnotizing to me. I would do anything for him. Anything.

Having the opportunity to worship Nhan was, I think I finally realized, as much a gift to me as a way for Alex to push me further into the depths of slave devotion and practically religious dedication to him and his wants and needs. Sure, I was already becoming a minorly popular OnlyFans model, exposing myself as an “Asian supremacist” and putting out to Asian men on camera. And yes, Alex was actively incorporating more sexual exploitation into my submission. But it also quenched a longing in me I hadn’t even realized I’d had. He knew the story about Nhan, how he basically bullied me throughout high school as I tried desperately to earn his affection with after school head and how I’d longed for years to be fucked by him.

Alex gave me that gift. The way I saw it, exposing my role in our kinky relationship and letting him sell my body through the porn I made was just a bonus for me. A deepening of the parts of our relationship I craved — the degradation and dehumanization and objectification and exploitation — despite the cultural taboo and labels of being unhealthy that were attached to it.

And now, Yuto. Feeling waves of unbridled lust sweep through my body as Yuto’s kiss became more intense and his hands gripped either side of my face tighter and tighter, I allowed myself to drift into ecstasy and awe. 

How lucky was I? A lowly white boy, enslaved by a loving and generous Asian man, now having the opportunity to worship my master, my owner, by sexually thanking one of his friends for doing him a favor. And even though I was here for Yuto to use as thanks for that favor, I was experiencing such bliss? 

When he broke the kiss I was breathless. Yuto kissed along the other side of my face until he reached my right ear. He licked inside it and nibbled on the lobe and the top before speaking again.

“Your Master hadn’t even fully introduced you to raceplay and the racial hierarchy he enforces, but anybody who met you could tell you were a secret slut desperate to be dominated and used by Asian men,” Yuto told me, his voice still darkly seductive, before again licking my ear. “You’re a lucky bitch. Most whiteys don’t get to experience enslavement to their Asian betters.”

With that, Yuto gave me one more passionate but this time quick kiss before sitting up on his knees. Those gorgeous 7 slim inches bobbed slightly just in front of my lips. Instinctively I opened my mouth and Yuto wasted no time. A half heartbeat later, he was fucking my face with rapid but small and gentle thrusts.

“Work that tongue, bitch,” Yuto told me, his tone neutral and impossibly casual for the context. “Yeah, there you go.”

Sitting up a little now to accommodate Yuto’s Japanese cock, I felt Alex’s lips brush the back of my neck in soft kisses. His hands now gripped fistfuls of hair to hold my head in place even as his arms under mine kept my body where he wanted it.

“You’re going good, babe,” Alex breathed in my ear, his tone both dark and sweet. “Show your young master how much you love serving Asian cock.”

I focused hard on Yuto’s cock and his reactions to different things I did. He especially enjoyed when my tongue flicked between his cock head and his rolled back foreskin or when I licked inside his slit when he pulled back on his thrusts, so I did that more. Before long, his cock head was popping in and out of my throat several times a second.

I loved the feeling of Alex kissing the back of my head and neck as Yuto throatfucker Goshujinsama’s slave. Outside the context of a relationship like ours it would probably be toxic and a sign that your partner doesn’t love you, being held in place by your man while he uses lends his friend body as sexual payment for a favor. But as I felt his strength and the affection and pride in his kisses, I knew this scenario could be nothing but a demonstration of his love for me. A love that wanted to protect and treasure me while simultaneously totally possessing and controlling me. A love I now knew I was wired to crave.

Yuto spent about 15 minutes using my mouth and throat to massage his cock before he pulled out and kissed me again, roughly and almost needily now. Alex let go of my head and Yuto wrapped one arm around my shoulder and he positioned his body between my legs. The moment he broke the kiss, Alex took his arms out from under mine and immediately grabbed my legs and pulled them up. He let Yuto slide me down a little so my head was now resting on my master’s abs before Alex pulled my legs up further and then back so my knees were centimeters away from my shoulders. 

Spread out and opened up for Yuto like a blooming flower, I felt safe and loved. Strange, I knew even then, to feel safe while being held in place by my lover and presented as a sexual offering to another man with no regard for my own comfort or desire, but I did. I trusted Alex to make the right decisions for me. Decisions that first and foremost lead to his pleasure, but which also consider my safety and make sure I’m protected from any real danger. I wished I’d had the same faith in Alex in the park as I did in that moment, the reminder of looming discipline flashing through my mind.

But I wasn’t allowed to slip into despair at the reminder of the suffering to come — in a heartbeat, Yuto was devouring my sore slaveboy pussy. Again I was plunged into inebriating arousal and overwhelming lust. Yuto was the second most talented ass eater to make a meal out of my pussy, after only Alex. My whole body was consumed by a pulsing storm of overstimulated indulgence to the point that I was still squirming when he stopped and didn’t notice until I felt his cock head at my hole that he was ready to go all the way.

“How is this cunt not still gaping from when you used it?” Yuto asked Alex in genuine surprise.

My master just laughed softly and told him it was one of the things that made me such a valuable slave.

Yuto grinned at that before looking down at me.

“Watch this,” he told me. “Don’t take your eyes off us.”

Then, without warning, Yuto shoved his cock head inside my hole at the exact same time that his lips collided with Alex’s and he threw one arm over my master’s shoulder and around the back of his neck. His cock, stiff and throbbing and hot, drove deeper into me at a steady, leisurely pace until Yuto bottomed out. He broke the kiss, panting, and he and my owner locked eyes with combustible intensity, their foreheads resting on each other as Yuto instantly went into finding a rhythm for the fuck.

“Oh, yeah, babe,” Alex growled at Yuto. “Fuck that white trash cunt.”

The indirect degradation made my heart skip a beat.

“I’m gonna breed your slut,” Yuto breathed back.

“Little cumdump fag’s gonna love that,” Alex answered, sharply pulling my legs back more and making me grunt. “These whites can’t get enough Asian cock after they have a taste and this bitch was instantly addicted to mine.”

He looked down, breaking the forehead contact for a moment to gaze at me, my face twisted in both discomfort and ecstasy and then give me a peck on the forehead.

Then he went back to kissing Yuto. I was mesmerized as my stunning Asian Master making out with his sexy Asian friend as that friend fucked his white slave. They broke the kiss and rested their foreheads against each other, for a good few minutes ignoring me.

“God, look at this white bitch,” Yuto practically moaned as his stead thrusts began to speed up little by little. “So fuckin adorable. Like his eyes are so innocent they could almost trick you into thinking he’s not a pathetic, milky skinned slave slut.”

He stared at me a minute or two longer, keeping up the fuck, before speaking again.

“It’s gonna be so much fun to see the pain on that beautiful whiteboy face when you punish him,” Yuto said.

That made my useless nub twitch. My body wanted to recoil in fear of the punishment, but Yuto’s happy recollection of my impending pain reminded me that Alex thinks my pain is sexy. That reminder, and the dawning that Yuto will get sexual enjoyment out of my suffering, made it less scary. A small part of me was actually looking forward to witnessing their pleasure, at least as much as I could while cringing and writhing from Goshujinsama’s discipline. Discipline that was likely to be harsh but, I reminded myself as Yuto’s cock bottomed out in me hard and fast and sent a sharp jolt through my whole body and made me flinch. 

Yuto smiled at my reaction and did it again, five times in rapid succession.

“Fuck,” he breathed as his smile turned to an almost puppy dog expression that spoke chapters about the lust he felt. “The way it’s pale face twists when I really drill this cunt.”

He stabbed deep, hard and fast inside me another 15 times and when he went back to regular thrusts it looked like he’d enjoyed my expression of discomfort so much he might drool.

“Christ,” he breathed sharply.

Then he dropped down, putting his whole body on mine and pulling me down further so Alex’s hard and leaking cock now rested on my left cheek, the precum spread over the head and shaft by my back as I was fucked now wetting my face. I didn’t have even a half a heartbeat to process what was happening before Yuto’s lips were locked to mine. He squeezed his arms between my legs (held back by Alex for Yuto’s access to my ass) and my body to wrap around and hold me.

His arms were tight around my body and his fucking grew even faster. Alex took his cock with one hand and — awkwardly because he was still holding my legs back — smacked my face with it as he watched us. I moaned and cried into Yuto’s mouth, trying to warn him that he was hitting my g-spot and might make me cum, but he didn’t understand me.

Not that I need worry.

“Make the slut cum whenever you want. Just keep taking your time and fucking until you breed him even if he cums before you,” Alex growled. “It’s been a while since he was reminded whites like him aren’t done until their Asian top is done, even if he cums and isn’t enjoying it anymore. Usually hurts a little more after he cums, so you can savor his pain, too.”

My heart almost soared through my chest as I heard Alex instruct his friend on a fun way to abuse me. I’ll be honest, being fucked by Alex after I’ve cum and it feels uncomfortable in one of my favorite things. The absolute apathy for my experience reminds me that I don’t matter. Whites don’t matter. White pleasure doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is the enjoyment Asian men get from using me how they please. If they’re having fun, the pain and discomfort of the white pussyslave they’re fucking is no reason to stop. Another example of how I’d learned to experience affection the way Alex wanted to express it: by being reduced to a luxury commodity, by surrendering to Alex and letting my Master’s desire to strip me of my humanity and enslaved me as a sex toy speak of the intense, burning love he has for me. 

His desire for me is so intense he couldn’t possible be content with being partners. He feels so strongly, loves me so completely that he needs me to belong to him. All of me — mind, body and spirit.

“Oh fuck,” Yuto grunted in my ear. He pulled himself up and moved his hands to my neck, interlocking his fingers behind it with the exception of his thumbs, which nearly met arounf my throat. 

“Your owner just gave me permission to be a little sadistic with you, cutie,” he said in mockingly soothing tone. “You’re gonna be a good white bitch for your Young Master and really feel it, OK? Cause I know your pain is just gonna be so delicious.”

My brain taking a swim in happy horny hormones and chemicals, I nodded my acquiescence and braced myself. He started off with five thrusts that fucked deeper, harder and faster than any he’d done so far. It made me help and tense and squirm and squeeze my eyes shut.

“Oh, yeah,” he moaned. 

I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me, then he spat on my face. I moaned at that for some reason and his eyes lit up with sadistic joy. Yuto leaned down and licked the saliva off my face, then spit on me again. He smeared it all over my face before leaning down and shoving his tongue in my open mouth, stifling my moans. I started kissing him back until he bit my lip.

And Yuto hit hard. I gritted my teeth and couldn’t stop and throaty whine as he pulled back to stretch my lower lip, but the pain built each second and it wasn’t long before I was crying and involuntarily squirming to get free. My eyes stayed locked with Yuto, widening as if to beg for mercy. I saw him smiling down at me, my bottom lip still gripped in his cruel bite, and felt him pick up the pace in my pussy. 

The moment he let my lip free of his teeth he brought his open palm down hard and fast on my face. Tears formed and started running down my cheeks — not from emotional crying but from the slap making my eyes water. Yet still I wanted more as Yuto grabbed me by the jaw and opened my mouth with his hands. I didn’t think when the spit landed in my mouth, I just swallowed and opened up for more.

That made Yuto laugh as he kissed me for a few seconds, pulled back, spit in my mouth again and then slowed his cock’s assault as he sat up straight.

“OK, let’s make a bitch squirt.”

Immediately he adjusted the angle and began absolutely jackhammering the head right into my prostate. He kept thrusting after each hit, forcing his rigid Asian manhood over that spot all the way in and back out. 

My eyes wandered his body as I tried to gain control of my hole so I could grip and release his cock with my pussy in time to his thrusts. Yuto was still pretty twinkish, but he’d been carefully growing muscle in places he wanted. His abs, arms and Adonis belt were more defined than the last time I saw him, and now I watched their motion under his flawless skin as he smoothly fucked me. His eyes were narrowed in pleasure and lips twisted in a snarl, making it feel like a hatefuck.

“You’re so pretty,” he complimented me before giving me another hard slap to the face. “So docile and obedient. Eager to please.”

My orgasm was trying to knock down the door and geyser from my locked nub from the first moment his cock punched into my prostate and now, with the look of hate on his face and the speed and force and intentionality of the fuck and the slaps and spitting, every aspect adding up to make me feel so little and powerless and inferior, feelings my brain was starting to associate with sexual fulfillment.

It was when he wrapped his hands around my throat and squeezed tightly enough with his slim fingers to actually choke me that I lost control. It hit my head before anything else, making me close my eyes so tight I might have worried they’d get stuck that way as I screamed out in sexual joy. The warmth of orgasm flooded me, followed by a sense of full-body stimulation that made me curl my toes and dig my fingers into Yuto’s firm biceps, then i felt the cum building up in my deepest parts. It felt like it was stuck, trying to find a way through its passage, then it ripped through my body. The rush of fluid up through my locked nub and out the head almost hurt it was so intense. I lost my sense of place and felt like I was floating freely in a dark void, Yuto continuing to obliterate my cunt, as he kept calling it, as he and I were bound together and set free of gravity’s restraints.

Alex would later tell me Yuto abused my pussy for more than 10 minutes before I fully came back to reality. It was the discomfort of being fucked so long past orgasm that wrenched me from that other dimension, and I heard Yuto muttering racist and degrading compliments about me being a good white trash cock slave and a hopeless cumslut cracker and how I know so well my place as a white monkey cumdump slut.

It took a few seconds before I was whining and whimpering about the pain and begging him to give me his cum. It was, for the most part, not an exaggeration. But knowing Yuto would love to hear me beg and plead and complain about how much it hurt did make me want to really emphasize it. Because even in my suffering I get the purest joy from pleasing my owner and, it turns out, anyone else he gives consent to fuck me.

Yuto grabbed me again by the throat and began choking me, this time with one hand as his other grabbed my balls and squeezed. The pressure on my locked testes wasn’t bad. Alex had subjected me to more intense cock-ball torture and I’d loved it. But post-nut me felt like they were being crushed. I actually did start crying real tears, the reaction caused by the pain igniting my growing exhaustion that brought with it less effective emotional regulation.

That seemed to really push Yuto over the edge.

“Here it is, cumslut,” he shouted before he let out a guttural, screaming moan, throwing his head back, arching his back, releasing my throat and balls and then falling forward to lie on top of me as the orgasm wracked his body.

Yuto’s hands found the top of my head and his fingers took fistfuls of my hair. He pulled on that hair at the same time as he thrust in, his body tensing and then relaxing over and over and he filled my slaveboy pussy with his load.

Alex didn’t say anything when Yuto stopped moving, so I waited a few moments before I started kissing his neck. I heard Alex snicker at that, then he started petting my head. After he’d rested a few minutes, his cock still slowly deflating inside me, Yuto lazily raised himself up on his elbows and looked adoringly over my face.

“Thanks, cutie,” he whispered. 

He wasn’t being condescending or mocking with his sweetness this time. The soft smile on his face and kindness in his eyes were totally foreign to me. I’d only seen him in the role of confident Asian superior or submissive and simping sub. This look of genuine affection sucked me in and I found myself lost in wonder at my reality. 

“That was a great fuck, I mean it,” he said, brushing some hair from my face and running his fingers through what Alex wasn’t petting. “You’re incredibly talented and I get why your Goshujinsama is so enamored with you.”

I didn’t get a chance to thank him for the praise before Yuto had moved a hand between my collar and jaw and slowly leaned down to kiss me. It was just as passionate and powerful as the kiss he’d given me at the height of his sexual energy, but this time soft and unhurried. When he laid his head down on my chest I leaned back against Alex. He slowly repositioned us so Yuto could keep resting his deflating erection in me but my legs, unexpectedly sore from being held in a stressing position for so long, back to rest stretched out over his. 

Then he adjusted Yuto and me so I was just barely at an angle and he could turn my head to suckle his cock head. I took it in my mouth as he went back to stroking my hair and used his other hand to pet Yuto, who was now using a long, slim index finger to trace shapes and letters in my chest around my nipple. Alex pulled me off his cock after a few minutes to give me a peck on the lips and tell me he was proud of me for being such a good boy and “taking Young Master’s cock like a real slave.”

“I always turn into such a softy after I cum. Like, I almost feel bad for how much I wanna see you being tortured now,” Yuto said hoarsely. 

It gave me butterflies in my stomach to picture Alex and Yuto in breathtaking sexual elation as a direct result of the way they were hurting me. I felt hungry for the punishment, deciding it was not only a gracious way for a master to correct and train and mold his slave into what he wanted but also for misery to give sexual pleasure to the man I love and his friend for whom I now felt affection.

He stopped drawing with his finger on my chest as if pausing for thought, then I felt his semi-hard cock twitch and could swear it was inflating again.

“But just almost,” Yuto said, beginning to slowly tweak his hips. 

Feeling him reharden inside me at the thought of how he would get sadistic pleasure from the coming punishment session made me actually moan a little. It wasn’t even the physical feeling that gave me satisfaction so much as it was feeling lusted after in such dark and kinky ways by these two men.

Yuto made nearly microscopic jerks and twitches inside me, then started slowly thrusting again and looked at Master. I figured he was checking to make sure it was OK and looked up at my owner, too, to see what his answer was. I hoped silently that he would allow it.  Alex nodded with a gentle smile and reached to take my legs and pull them back again.

“Actually,” Yuto interrupted, putting one of his hands on Alex’s, “you mind if I put them over my shoulders this time?”

He was genuinely asking Alex’s permission, instead of mine, to do something with my body. It drove me instantly wild. 

Yuto grabbed my legs and lifted them so my heels rested just over his shoulders.

“I’m gonna go slower but this one will be quick,” Yuto told both Alex and me. 

He leaned down toward me just a little and put his hand delicate on my left cheek, caressing my face with his thumb.

“You’re so incredibly sexy,” Yuto praised me softly. “I wanna show you how much of a gentle superior I can be. Cause you know, Asians aren’t only better at sexually colonizing and dominating whites like you. We’re also better lovemakers than any mayoskin cunt.”

Yuto slid my legs back so his shoulders were resting under my knees and put his weight on my legs, taking his now-free hand he was using to balance himself to instead tease my nipples, going back and forth between them. Then he massaged my balls and played with my caged dick and eventually starting alternating between kissing and licking my neck, face and ears and making out with me. When he pulled back from the kiss he smiled at me and laughed a little, genuinely happy.

“I think you look so sexy with a nice Asian cock in your mouth, sweetheart,” Yuto said, grabbing Master’s cock and pointing it toward me. His sweetness was getting that hint of derision back, but his tone was still overwhelmingly adoring. He turned my face to look at Alex’s cock and said, “I’d love to see this gorgeous whitey sucking superior Asian cock while I fuck you.”

Alex let Yuto have control as he moved my face toward my owner’s cock and I took him into my mouth. Alex sighed softly but Yuto let out a long whimpering moan. The Japanese switch ran his fingers through my hair and teased and stimulated my body, sometimes whispering praises about how good it was for him or how I’m an example for all the pale gaijin out there.

When he started getting close, Yuto gently pulled me off Alex’s cock and leaned down over me, bending my legs all the way back and putting one hand under my head with the other holding me between my shoulder blades.

“I want you to know how much I enjoy seeing pleasure on your face, too,” Yuto told me. “But when it’s finally time to discipline you for being such a retarded bitch and disobeying your owner, I really, really hope you’ll think back to this and remember how sensual and caring I can be. I want you to replay all the pleasure I’ve seen in you throughout this whole fuck when I hold you by the throat to look at my face and see how much I relish in seeing you hurt.”

Yuto then leaned back down, kissed me as my mind tried to sort through the cocktail of emotions and held me in that passionate kiss as he dumped a second load inside me.